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I did not speak for you today. Could not. would not. I held your loved ones tight. Let my tears mingle. Crystalline
To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying t
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT BEFORE
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE IN
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief Un
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting i
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my heart
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine and
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking
AS YOU CAN SEE I WILL WEAR THIS LOOK LEFT. WHAT WILL THE REST OF YOU WEAR. PERHAPS PIGIONPIE CAN GO AS 4 & 20 BLACK BI
The invisible man who taught me the meaning of loneliness
Taught me the sting in unrequited love
Taught me that material things can sit around my empty heart
That the moon is his sun
That the house is our isolated souvenir of the work you bled and sweat for us
The man who broke my heart before it started beating
The man who never was
Every breath is my mother??s day, month, year
Time is no measure
Heart cannot contain
What he denies she gave without a thought
She is my martyr, my light, my queen
The sun that dims the moonlight
The water that cools and heals, running down my wounds
Little does she know, I live in her and she in me
Her happiness is mine and mine hers
Her road I walk, her face I wear
Her tears I shed, her life I follow
Her sacrifice I bear
I see my face in theirs
Disappointment, resolve
I am the thread to weave or to pull apart
Can oil and water truly be one
Nature's amusement is the misery
Of one walking in the desert in shoes that just weren't made to fit
We walk, to somewhere better, we walk still